Poem: The Song

There is a Voice that sings a song
Sings a song all day long
Changing words, changing tunes
About the sun, stars and moonsain,
snow, wind and sea
Grass, Hills, an old Oak tree
Robin, Crow, Eagle, Owl
The stealthy Wolf, its haunting howl
All day long, sings the song
This song is very, very long
It doesn’t begin, it doesn’t END
It isn’t a flashy, passing Trend
It doesn’t delete. It doesn’t repeat
Changing melodies.  A Basic Beat
Truly, this son is quite a Feat
We hear it here, we here it there
We hear it always, everywhere.

 Anonymous

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